A dark, dusty room. No lights, no light switch. Just the faint glow from your oil lamp. Traipsing. Through the black ooze of night. The smell of old wood and sawdust attacks your senses. A bookshelf. A bed. A lamp! It doesn't work. Nothing does. Not even your lamp. It flickers on and off. The flame dims to the point where you can only see your hand holding the handle. Damn. Scared. Alone. Shaking like a leaf in the wind. This was such a stupid idea, how did I get talked into this? Focus on walking. Listen. There’s someone in here. I hear breathing. Shit! Where is it coming from? A pulsing, red glow moves around the edges of the room. Back to the wall, now. It hears you. The glow is gone. Don't move. Don't fucking breath. Closer and closer. Are those hooves you hear? Warm breath on your face. | Hot bile and death. Red. A deep, rich red. It’s glowing inches from your face. Eyes. At least eight. Rows of razor sharp teeth. Short, coarse black fur. Horns like a rams. Scream. Snapping. Cracking. Ripping. Tearing. Silence. |